The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream began not with a ghost, but with the smell of lanolin and damp wool, a scent that had long since permeated the very fibers of Arthur Vane’s skin. He woke in the stifling heat of the mill’s basement, the gas lamps hissing their thin, metallic breath into the darkness, and for a fleeting second he believed he was still holding the silk shawl of his wife, Clara, who had been dead for...

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